#like the yellow sweatshirt. the dark blue sweatpants and the red all-star :]

[mel-loly]

-Just literally the creator irl on my art style.

[wavbleu]

So stereotypical- jacob elordi

No warnings or tags

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I jumped into a high toe touch waving my green and yellow pom-poms in the air, yelling at the top of my lungs "Go leopards go!" , they were a few points away from winning the game.

The crowd grew in volume as the team worked there way to the touchdown line.

The stadium went silent and the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife, everyone was on the edge of there seats, watching the one football player, #25 make his way to the touchdown line, i began to bite my fingernails. We needed to win this game.

Thats when he scored the touchdown, the leopard allies went wild, people were ringing bells and the football players were doing chest bumps. Another L for the Lions.

I clapped my pom-poms and did a back flip, cheering with joy.

After a few minutes of celebration people began to leave, that was my cue.

"Come on girls, back to the locker rooms." I said to my fellow cheermates, the all followed me in a single filed order, back to the locker rooms to change.

(tiny time skip)

It was pretty dark, 11:00 pm to be exact, It was an away game and when you have busy parents they will never be able to show, so i have to drive myself. I always had a strange feeling in my guts when it came to walking in dark parking lots but like hey woman things.

I opened my car door and threw my cheer bag in the passenger seat, thats when i heard a voice call for me, i turned around and saw Jacob, the head of the football team, "#25" he was sitting in the back of his truck, drinking a beer.

Jacobs P.O.V

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"Hey." I called out to the pretty girl, she turned her head and looked at me, her eyes widened and her expression grew confused. "Yea I'm talking to you." I would give her a light smirk assuring her that im not some crazy person.

"Hi Jacob." She would come up to me giving me a light smile, "Want a beer? I know your tired" I offered her a beer, "Oh no , I dont drink beer." She waved her hand at it in disapproval.

"I have White Claw if that suits your interest, Princess." A cute, angry face grew, "Im not a princess." I nodded sarcastically and laughed.

She took a seat next to me, snatching the White claw from my hand, I chuckled. "Nice game today." She nudged my elbow "Thanks" i say. The silence was killing me softly.

She then popped open the drink, it let out a loud "szzz" until some of it spilled on her sweatpants and shirt. "Shit." She mumbled frustrated.

We both went to grab the towel, making our hands meet, "Sorry." I apologize, beginning to blush, her hand felt like silk and was small and cute, i could fiddle with her fingers all day. She started to wipe off her hands and her pants and shirt, drying it of the liquids.

"I dont think i really remember your name." I question her, "Was it Y/n" i say with a questionable tone in my voice, she then nodded and gave me a smirk. 

"Oh yea! Your in my chemistry class! i copy off your work all the time." I giggle, "Well i suck in that class so good luck." She stated with a small chuckle.

"But you always get good grades in that class, i dont understand." I commented, "I have my ways." she went to sip her drink.

My mind began to ponder, what the fuck does she do to maintain a 95+ thats when it hit, "Oh my god do you suck the teachers dick?" I scrunched my nose in disgust, our chemistry teacher was old and grainy, his dick must be old and shriveled up to. "NO, My parents are very good with there words.." She claimed.

I didn't buy it, not for a second. "You liar you deep throat his dick every day just to keep a good grade." I snapped at her, " And so what if i fucking did, its working aye!" She argued back.

feisty, i like her.

"I already told you my parents are lawyers and lawyers have a great way with there words." she recited, "Okay." I chuckled, finishing off my beer.

The silence grew again.

I glanced at her and examined her body a bit she was shivering and her cheeks were red, the wind blew cold air right at her and her tiny body couldn't take it .

"Here" I turned behind me and grabbed the large blue fleece blanket, wrapping it around her. "Aren't you cold?" She says in a worried tone, i looked her deep into her big eyes, they were full of worry and care.

"Ill be fine." continuing to take another sip of my second beer I was actually really cold but i didn't want to invade her personal space or force myself onto her, The last thing i wanted was for her to become uncomfortable around me.

"You should go easy on those." she said taking the bottle from me. "You need to stay sober and drive."

I loved how she tried to make it seem like she didn't care but she actually cares, a-lot, she reminds me of.. me.

I tried to hide my shivers but that failed tremendously, "Dude just take the blanket with me." She said opening her arms.

I scooted into her arms and she attempted to put the blanket over me, i was twice her size , it was cute watching her throw the blanket over my shoulder repeatedly.

"How about we lay down instead." I said with a light chuckle, "Please."  she insisted.

We laid on the back of the truck looking at the beautiful stars in the sky, it was like those teenage indie movies but better acting.

"Even though we just had our proper introduction, i really like you, i can kinda see myself through you." I said in a sincere and empathetic tone.

She turned to me and looked at me with those beautiful eyes, i stared right back at her, "You make me feel safe." her glance went down to my lips then back at my eyes.

The moonlight hit her skin, making it glitter and glow, her lips were pink and plump and kissable, her hair was as soft as silk. Her eyes were dark and full of mystery.

I couldn't resist not kissing her, it was a small smooch before i pulled back. Hoping she would consent to it.

She swiftly leaned in for a longer, more intense and passionate kiss, who knew i would kiss a girl i barely knew for atleast an hour, but at the same time it felt like we have been talking for years before.

I began to tower myself over her, the pace of the kiss quickening, i lightly grabbed her neck and began to kiss around her ears, she let out a light, and sexy moan.

"Do you want me to slow down?" i say with heavy breaths following, "No." she says , attaching her rosy and sweet lips back onto mines.

I lowered my grip down to her full, breasts.

"Please~" she softly begged with a neck roll, the need  was filling her up fastly, to keep up I took off the great sweatshirt she had on, revealing her perfect boobs, covered with a dark green laced bra. 

We were really about to have sex in a empty parking lot in the back of a black truck, with no regards.

I went behind her and detached the bra with 1 hand, letting it come lose, I connected my mouth to one of her boobs, she let out a whimper as i plastered bright red hickeys all around it.

"Are you a virgin?" I ask, unbuckling my pants. She nods her head no, i give her a mischievous smirk before i tower myself over her again.

I smoothly slid down her pants, following her panties, she gave my sexy and hungry stare which made me even harder.

I threw the blanket over us for some.. privacy, then i slid into her, she let out a gasp at my size. I felt her hands dig into my back as she moaned into my ear, every stroke i gave her.

I began picking up speed, I grabbed her neck with a tight grip and whispered dirty things into her ear, "You feel that baby?" I say sitting up, holding her legs open, i could feel her wanting to close them from embarrassment of how much she enjoyed it, but i held them wide open. She whimpered as she felt like she had no control.

I pressed onto her pelvis area, i could almost feel my dick inside of her.

While she was in a vulnerable position i took the chance to start rubbing her sensitive clit with my thumb, Her breath hitched at the pain so pleasurable.

I pulled out then flipped her around in a swift motion, she let out a squeal from being so startled.

I slapped her bare ass, it jiggled and left a bright red hand print on it in response.  I slowly re-entered myself back into her tight insides. I put my hands on her waist to arch her back, giving me a deeper thrust right onto her g-spot, the sound of her cheeks clapping and her screams filled the air.

"Fuck me!~" She would yell in a deeper more erotic tone, I could tell and feel that she was close to cumming. Her insides tightened, perfectly hugging itself around my cock.

"Im gonna-" She said before abruptly stopping herself from throwing her ass back onto me, her legs began shaking and her whole body was trembling "Fuuc-" She said with a gasp, i smirked mischievously as i watched her turn into a slutty mess.

I slowed down for a bit to make sure she didn't get over-stimulated, allowing herself to calm down so we could continue.

I lifted her by her throat, sliding my two long fingers down her throat making her gag, "Suck." i would forcefully demand, she obeyed.

I started to pick up speed once again, i was getting closer to my breaking point. She could tell because she began tightening herself onto me, I couldn't take it any more, I put her back on all fours then grabbed onto her waist again, beginning to pound her into oblivion.

"Fuck!" I would grunt as she squirted all over me, My thrusts became unbelievably sloppy, "Cum in me~" She would politely ask.

After a few more deep and rough pounds i unleashed all of my creamy cum into her, I could barely breathe from the pain of that, but it felt so amazing.

I pulled out of her the juices dripped all over the back of the truck. Tired, I hunched over her, laying my head on her back, trying to catch a breather from what we just did.

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[undertale-rho]

Multiverse Saga: Taken!Altertale - Chapter 6

Rhosaith stared up at the bright blue sky above her, a cool breeze passing over her pressurized EVA suit and into the street beyond. Looking back down at the cup of tea in her hand, she raised the cup to a straw that connected to her rebreather, allowing the liquid from the outside world to pass through to her beckoning mouth. Finishing the mug, she placed it on the table beside her, placed a few golden coins beside it, and stood up, placing her wide-brimmed hat back onto her head. She then looked back up at the sky.

She knew, of course, that the sky wasn't real. It was just the projection of a screen to give everybody a warmer comfort of home. If one looked carefully, they could even see the upward curve of the land further ahead on the tube.

The Nexus is what they called it. A giant space station roaming the great void of the inter-universal expanse, serving as the capital to the multi-universe initiative known as the Multiverse Alliance.

Rhosaith sighed. No matter what wilderness existed, whether it be the forests of Earth, the vacuum of space, the void between stars, galaxies, or even universes, or even across dimensional boundaries, there was always going to be somebody who got the bright idea to bring civilization along with.

"Rhosaith." a digital voice sounded in her ear.

"What is it, Hamlet?" she asked.

"There's a reclamation party being formed near the Spires to retake a pre-rift universe."

"So?" she said lethargically.

"It may be a good source of information regarding this multiverse at large."

"That's nice."

As Rhosaith walked along, her long coat billowing in the sudden gust, she completely disappeared, re-appearing just outside a door.

Realizing what just happened, Rhosaith, let out an exhausted sigh.

"You should at least try and do what you have been tasked. If nothing else, then to simply make it look like you're doing something." Hamlet said.

Rhosaith looked contemplatively at the door.

"Fine." she said after a minute, taking a firm hold of the door and sliding it to the side.

The room within was made of a dark metal. Within, sitting in a few chairs that were scattered throughout the room, were a number of people. Five Rho recognized to be Sanses. One was a Papyrus, and another was a Chara. The last two in the room were skeletons, though of no base Rho recognized right off.

Closing the door behind her, she walked further into the room, towards the nearest chair.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, HUMAN!!!" one of the Sanses shouted.

Rhosaith stopped moving and looked over at one of the groups of Sanses, where three of them were gathered together. One of them, the shortest of the three, was pointing right at Rhosaith. Everyone in the room, in fact, looked at the Sans.

"Er... yes?" Rhosaith asked. "Was there something you needed?"

"I have no idea who you are!" the Sans declared. "This is an awful thing that I simply cannot stand have continue!" the Sans walked over to Rhosaith and outstretched his hand. "I'm Sans. Obviously. Most people call me Blueberry to avoid confusion, though. What's your name?"

"I'm, er, Rhosaith." Rhosaith said, taking Blueberry's hand. "Nice to meet you, uh, Blueberry."

"The pleasure is all mine! Mweh heh heh!!!"

Rhosaith looked over the Sans. He reminded her of Papyrus in a way. A confident step permeated each of his strides as he returned to the other two Sanses that he was with.

Reaching the other two, he immediately started chatting heartily with them, stars practically forming in his eyes from the excitement.

The other two Sanses Blueberry was with looked just about as excitable as he was. One of them wore a turquoise tunic with a great big yellow cloak resting on his shoulders; the pin holding the cloak on being a large red orb with a big white star on it. The other Sans featured a mostly brown outfit, the most dominant features being the large brown scarf around his neck, the light blue jacket tied around his waist, and the giant paintbrush strapped to his back. A dark blue sash filled with vials of paint, like an ammo sash, decorated his chest. Blueberry himself featured a mostly blue outfit, a shorter cobalt scarf around his neck, with a more grey-blue shirt and pants, returning to cobalt for his gloves and boots; the rims of which were lined with yellow.

Looking to the other three-member team situated nearby, Rhosaith spotted a Sans, who looked pretty basic—wearing a blue jacket over a white shirt, and black shorts, with blue sneakers finishing off his outfit. Beside the Sans sat a Papyrus, who wore much the same, but orange rather than blue; with the jacket being a hoodie instead. Next to them also sat a Chara, whose outfit was in the same vein as Sans's and Papyrus's—a green jacket rather than a blue or orange, dark brown pants, and red boots and gloves.

The next group, a pair of skeletons, stood against the door-side wall. One of the skeletons wore nothing other than a blue backpack and a dark-grey cloak so tattered, it was practically a few ribbons. Looking carefully, Rhosaith thought she spotted something that resembled a finger-bone hanging off the front of the pelvis. The other skeleton wore a striped, white button-up shirt, black slacks, and brown shoes. Holding up the pants were black suspenders that looped over the skeleton's shoulders. They seemed deep in conversation and didn't seem to pay any mind to Rho.

On the other side of the room, standing with his back in the corner, was another Sans. This one featured a white sweatshirt and sweatpants, ending in black socks and white slippers. Over it all was a great blue long-coat with a hood over the Sans's head. The ends of the sleeves and the hood were covered in white fluff. Though she couldn't get a clear look from where she was, Rhosaith thought she also saw black lines streaking from the bottom of the Sans's eyes down to the base of his mandible.

Finally resting down into the seat she'd chosen when Blueberry approached her, the door at the front of the room opened, and another skeleton-Monster walked in. Bundled in her arms was a bunch of papers and binders and the like.

"If I could have your attention." the skeleton said, placing the papers on a desk at the front of the room. She looked over the ten people situated around, all of which were now staring at her.

"Is this everyone?" she asked.

"I haven't seen anyone else come in." the classic-Sans said. "So I guess so."

"Don't worry about the numbers!" Chara chimed in. "You've got the Bad Time Trio and the Star Sanses on the case."

The skeleton looked thoughtfully at the two groups.

"Hmm. Yes, I suppose you're right." she said, readjusting her glasses. "In that case, let us begin."

The light in the room dimmed to nothing as a large hologram appeared in the room.

"Six months ago, a pre-rift universe, universe AlT-113CO was attacked by a Destroyer—the identity of which remains unknown. Since the attack, Alliance scouts have surveyed the universe without drawing attention from the Destroyer. Their findings have shown that the universe, which was coded before the attack, is now physical."

"Whoa, whoa, hold it. Time out for a second here." the naked skeleton said, his accent sounding Brooklyn in origin. "Universes don't just turn from coded to physical. You sure your scouts got the right place?"

"While you are right in one regard," the brown Sans with Blueberry interrupted, "there have been reports of universes changing behavior before this, like UnT-214, which also turned from coded to physical. Before being coded, though, it was a game. This is one of the reasons why the standardized universal classification system doesn't commonly include the suffix in archive."

"Er, thank you, Ink." the presenter skeleton said. "If I may return to the briefing."

Ink!Sans waved his hand for her to continue.

"The objections, uh..." she looked down at a paper in her hand. "S.T brought up are valid, however. Despite this phenomenon being well-known, it is still unclear what, or who, causes a universe to switch behavior. As of right now, the scouts believe the Destroyer to be responsible for this."

Almost immediately, murmuring erupted within the groups, all of which quelled when the white Sans in the back boomed his voice.

"What information do the scouts have on the Destroyer?" he asked.

"Not much at all, I'm afraid." she answered, looking down at her paper. "I'm afraid I'm also at something of a disadvantage. I don't have your name documented."

"Just call me 4."

"Alright, 4." she wrote a 4 in the margins of the paper she was holding. "Er, like I said, not much is known of this Destroyer. What information the scouts managed to get on him just shows him to be a Sans; one from a UnF universe, by the looks of things."

A picture of the Destroyer flashed into the hologram. It was a Sans, though with a large hole in the upper part of his skull. Other than that, the only other notable difference was the bright white right eye he possessed.

4 huffed upon seeing the picture, his eyes sharpening into a deadly focus. 4 turned to leave.

"Wh-where are you going, 4?" the skeleton asked.

"I have what I need. I'm gonna go 'liberate' that universe. I'll meet you all there."

With 4 leaving, the others got up and moved to leave as well.

"W-w-wait!" the skeleton pleaded. "I haven't finished yet."

"It's fine, lady." Chara said. "Like 4 said, we got what we need. We'll be fine."

One by one, against the frantic requests of the presenter, everyone in the room left. Everyone, that is, other than Rhosaith, who was still sitting in her chair.

"Excuse me, miss?" Rhosaith said as the last of the other mercenaries left.

The presenter looked over at Rhosaith.

"Do you have a digital copy of your presentation? I'd like to have one."

The presenter’s face brightened up at Rhosaith's request, quickly pulling a data chit from her pocket.

"Thank you." Rho said, taking the chit and stuffing it in her own pocket. She then stood up. "Thank you for compiling all this data for us, I'm sure it may come in handy." She, too, then left the room.

"You see?" Hamlet chided. "I told you going to that meeting would be useful."

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up. Just take me to my ship, already."

"As you wish, Madam."

Rhosaith then vanished completely from the Nexus.

The doors to the elevator door finally slid open, and Rhosaith stepped out into her personal cabin. Despite having unbelievable technology, more advanced than anything she'd ever seen elsewhere, Rhosaith preferred to hold to what she called "simpler tech". Not wanting to force her own decisions on those that served her, teleportation pads and personal teleporters were strewn all across the grand space leviathan that was her flagship. Despite this, she still rode the elevator to her cabin.

Upon arriving, she took off her black wide-brimmed hat and long black coat, hanging them on a nearby coatrack. Stepping towards her bed, the black EVA suit she wore dematerialized from her form, so that all she wore when she hit the mattress was a plain white shirt and white pants. The very clothes she wore when she was taken.

Her own personal cabin was devoid of color. The walls, door, floor, ceiling, and even all the furniture within—with minor exceptions—were white; making the coat and hat hanging on the coatrack stand out far more than they should have.

Turning her head to the nightstand beside her bed, she looked at a picture that stood on its surface. This picture served as one of the only sources of color within the room. Picking it up, she brought it over and hugged it tightly to her chest.

"Oh Frisk..." she muttered quietly. "Were it that these cursed machines had not taken me from thee, I would be there by thine side even now. Alas, for it be not so. Here am I, far from thine side. Far from thy warm embrace. Thy bronze skin. Thy pleasant bodily aroma that never ceased to calm me."

Rhosaith pulled the picture from her chest and stared at its contents. It was a picture of two Humans. Herself, and a man beside her.

"If fickle fate had it be that we meet again, oh the speed to which I'd press my lips to thine." Rho leaned forward and kissed the part of the picture where the man was. "But alas, it cannot be. I am here, and thou art there. Far away, out of reach."

Tears slowly leaked from Rhosaith's eyes. Try as she might to stop their flow, she soon gave in and held the picture firmly to her chest once again.

"I miss you so much, Frisk..." she wept upon the bed sheets until her eyes ran red, and she finally fell asleep.

"Rhosaith." a digital voice echoed in the room. "Rhosaith."

"Mmm..." Rhosaith mumbled.

"We're nearing the universe known as 'AlT-113'. It's time for you to wake up."

Rhosaith sat up, the picture frame still in hand.

"How far out are we?" she asked through a yawn.

"Only a few minutes. You may teleport in at any time."

"Great." Rhosaith stepped over the side of the bed, replacing the picture back onto the stand.

"I heard you weeping again." the digital voice said after a minute.

"I thought I told you to not spy on me when I'm in here." Rhosaith scolded.

"Apologies, Madam."

"Geez, Hamlet. It's the one place I've closed off to everyone but me. At the very least, I should feel like I'm not being watched or listened to in this one single room."

"Again, apologies. It won't happen again."

"Yeah, until it does."

Rhosaith stood up from the bed. Stepping away, a cleansing wave flew over Rho's body in an instant, cleaning it of excess debris. A second later, Rho's EVA suit rematerialized around her, and she stepped towards her coat and hat, putting them on as well. When she finished doing up the coat, blades materialized around the leg-half, enclosing the half somewhat like a skirt. Beneath the covers of her coat, a holster also materialized, attached to her leg—within, a handle was held firm.

"Alright." Rhosaith said. "Let's go."

In an instant, Rhosaith was teleported from the ship down to the universe, AlT-113.

Taken!Altertale : Tactical Briefing

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Wanderlust

Disclaimer: I’m a newb, and I’ve only seen the Netflix animated series because I don’t have any Castlevania games and, therefore, haven’t played any of them. But I kinda sorta really want to now, lol. The gif isn’t mine, I found it on google images 😔👉👈 also, I was gonna make this an Alucard x reader type of thing but umm… it ended up not being like that cause Aurora’s a cute name, don’t @ me, hah. Crazy, I know. Although I ended up making this an OC x Alucard, if anyone sends a request and stuff I wouldn’t mind making imagines and stuff 😔👉👈 Wow, this came out hella shitty, awesome. Let’s get it, y'all. 😤😤😤 I’m using too many emojis, can I be reported for that? Do I need to put a word-count? I see everyone do that, so I’m gonna do that because I wanna be cool and hip. It’s my way of making up for the fact that I’m writing a lame-ass/unoriginal fanfiction :)

Warnings(?): Cursing, a little Area 51 joke, and stupidity. Stupidity has a recurring role in this fic. It shouldn’t even be a warning, it’s a whole character. It’s the star of this story, okay?

Word Count: 2,528 (at least it’s pretty short)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

 A/n: You’ve been warned, proceed with caution 😔

It was a 12-hour-long flight from Florida to Romania and Aurora was hating it. She was bored out of her mind watching other people that were also either bored out of their minds or tired or both. What made matters worse for her was the fact that she didn’t even have the window seat. Her identical twin sister, Marisol, claimed it the moment they’d gotten their plane tickets months ago when they decided to go to Romania to celebrate their eighteenth birthday. The trip seemed like a great idea since their birthday was in July and neither of them started college until the coming spring. Marisol’s justification for taking the seat was that she was older. Older by five minutes. They’d both argued for quite a bit before their mother told her to just go with it and let her sister have the window seat. 

    She rolled her eyes at the thought of it as she stared at her beloved ‘older by five minutes’ twin sister. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer." 

    "Oh, fuck you.” She answered quickly, rolling her eyes once more. She crossed her arms and legs and turned her body back around so that her backside was leaning back into her seat. 

    She heard rustling noises and a loud sigh coming from beside her. “Let’s switch seats.”

    Aurora scoffed, “what, the window seat isn’t good enough for you anymore?”

    “No, it’s great, but you keep eyeing me like last night’s dinner and I want it to stop. Therefore, I hereby forfeit this marvellous window seat for the sake of my sleep and sanity. Mainly sleep. I can’t sleep knowing you’re being a weirdo.”

     Aurora smiled and practically jumped out of her seat immediately, shoving her sister to the side as she took the seat that she wanted since the beginning. Even though she was very happy at the moment and thought nothing could bring her down because she’d be looking down at the world below; a voice sounded from the speakers that were built into the air-plane. The voice informed them that they’d be landing in ten minutes and requested that they turn off their phones. Her head snapped to look at her sibling who was visibly amused by her reaction. “You’re such an ass.”

    “At least you get to see the touch-down from the window seat.”

    Once they’d both gotten off the plane and gone through customs, Aurora made it known to her sister that she was going to use the restroom. Apparently, Marisol needed to go too, because the moment she said that, Marisol told her she’d come with her as they both made their way into the ladies’ room. Aurora entered the first clean stall, and her sister entered the one next to that one. When she finished relieving herself, she stepped out of the stall and walked over to the sink to wash her hands. 

    Aurora had this habit of checking herself out wherever there was a mirror. Whether she thought she looked good at the moment or not made no difference, she couldn’t help but peep and nitpick the little things that were out of place at the time of the viewing and fix them. In this case, it was her long, black curly hair that thought it’d be cute to act up in public. Luckily, her baby bangs weren’t being an issue. Then again, they were pulled back and held in place with bobby pins.

     Aurora rubbed her hooded icy blue eyes with her pale white fingers. Her long, almond-shaped nails that were painted black almost scratched the sensitive skin in the process. Moving her fingers upward, she slid them over her thick eyebrows to brush the hair back into place.

     With a sigh, she then turned to view her side profile. She was a bit chubby, but the mustard-yellow crop top and shorts she wore complimented her body well and weren’t too tight or too loose on her. And her backpack was a decent pick. Cute and convenient. She managed to stuff two extra outfits in there along with her mp3 players, a hoodie, her chargers, her headphones, and some personal products like tiny bottles of body wash, shampoo, and conditioner. She then proceeded to make faces as she pulled her phone out to take mirror selfies. Considering this was a public bathroom, it was pretty clean. The airport cleaning staff must’ve been on top of their game. 

    Marisol did the same thing after washing her own dirty hands; wetting her hands and running them over her own long and curly black hair before pulling her earrings out of her bag and putting them back on. “My ear was irritated when we got on the plane. Hopefully, it’s fine now,” Marisol explained to her sister. She fixed her v-shaped bangs and stepped back a bit to admire her own figure. Fixing her sweatshirt and pulling her sweatpants up. Although they were technically identical twins, they were different in size. This made it easier to tell the difference between the two of them. Aurora was always the thick one, while Marisol was always the thin one. “Get in. I’m sure mami’s gonna want some proof that we’re still alive.” Marisol ordered as she held her phone up. Being bossy was one of her personality traits. The camera app was open and the rear camera was being used. They quickly took a picture and separated. Immediately after that, Marisol got closer to the mirror to analyse her facial features. “Ugh, I think I have bags under my eyes. Thanks a lot, Rory.”

    Cue yet another one of her legendary eye rolls, “so it’s my fault you couldn’t sleep?” 

    At this rate, her eyes were gonna get stuck.

    “Well, you were lookin’ at me for extended periods of time that made me feel very uncomfortable.”

    “It’s your fault for taking my seat.”

    And those two argued for quite a bit until Aurora noticed something odd: one of the bathroom stalls was emitting purple light. “Lani–” she called, only to get interrupted by her loudness. Lani was a nickname her family had given Marisol since she, as a little girl, thought Mari was too typical. 

    “Lani.”

    “What? What is it now? What do you want? Why should I–”

    “Look.” Aurora pointed. Now the other girl was intrigued.

    Marisol, being Marisol, thought it’d be smart, a real Albert Einstein move to walk toward the suspicious area. And Aurora made it a point to call her out for it. “Lani, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. There’s a reason why people die in horror movies. They run to the danger rather than from it. What if there’s a bomb or something in there? Why don’t we go tell the security, huh?”

    Marisol didn’t listen to her, no surprise there. Instead of listening to her sister, she stepped right into the bathroom stall and disappeared, the purple glow got brighter when she passed through. The brightness lowered a few seconds after Aurora herself had approached it. Needless to say, the teenager was freaking out. Marisol wasn’t much of a magician or a prankster, that she knew of, so how the hell did she manage to just- just… poof?

    “Ha ha, Lani, very funny. Cool. You can step out now.” She was feeling uneasy as it was and the period of silence that followed her comment only served to make things more unsettling. She decided to go for the tough mom act in hopes of luring her out. “Marisol Noelani Romero-Văduva, you’d better step the fuck out or else. I’ve just about had enough of your shit.”

“Oh, fuck it,” Aurora muttered before mirroring the other seventeen year old’s actions.

    It was pitch black, that was all she could see. Why was that? If her eyes were closed, she should’ve at least been able to see a red colour because of the bright lights inside the building. And it was cold. Very cold. She felt as if she could die of hypothermia, it was that cold. And she could feel the goosebumps all over her body; on her arms and legs. She didn’t think airports could be this frigid.

    Aurora was able to hear three distinctive voices get closer and closer to her. “Is she dead?” She heard a woman ask. Or, at least, she was assuming it was a woman since the voice sounded like it belonged to a woman.

    “I don’t think she is,” said a man, his voice oddly calm. It was quiet for a short moment before someone else spoke.

    “Who cares? Lots of people have been dying these days, let’s just go and get this Dracula business over with,” the man’s voice boomed, ripping through the forest.

    “You’re so rude,” the woman spoke again.

    “What do you expect from a useless drunk?”

    “At least I’m not a blood sucker.”

    “Wow, what a great comeback. Are there any more?”

    “Yeah, I’ve got some good ones I can shove up your ass, if you’d like.”

    Aurora groaned and opened her eyes, sitting up almost as soon as she did so. She looked around, it was awfully dark and she could hardly see anything until her eyes adjusted to the poor amount of light. “What the fuck?” Was all that came out of her mouth. 

    “Well, that’s definitely not what I’m used to hearing women say when they wake up.” 

    “As if you are ever anywhere near any woman when they are just waking up.”

    Aurora ignored their bickering and reached into her pocket, pulling out her cell phone. Yes, it was an android. A One Plus 7, to be specific. She dragged her thumb in the shape of a v on her black phone screen so she could turn the flash-light on and see better. Finally, she pointed it at the rag-tag group of friends that were surrounding her; they groaned, feeling the sting of a bright white light being pointing directly into their eyes. 

    “Who are you? Where am I? Why did you guys kidnap me? Why are we in the woods? And why are you dressed all weird like you’re going to comic con or some shit?” Aurora interrogated, though she wasn’t in much of a position to interrogate anyone since she was still on the ground beneath them.

    “Comi… comma… what?” The brunet mumbled to himself quietly. 

    “We didn’t kidnap you. We found you here. And I think we should be asking you why you’re dressed like that. Aren’t you worried?” The woman trailed off as her eyes glossed over Aurora’s figure. In her opinion, Aurora was showing way too much skin for her safety. Her yellow crop top and denim shorts weren’t modest in any way. “And what’s that thing you have there?” She questioned, her eyes stopping right at the weird girl’s hand as she pointed at the phone clutched tightly in it. 

    “Yes, what is that? A lamp?” The blond man asked, again, his voice calm and soothing to the ear considering the given situation.

    “Is no one going to acknowledge the fact that she’s showing more skin than a prostitute?” Everyone ignored the brunet’s comment, everyone except for the person the comment was addressing. 

    Aurora glared at him, “I think I’m dressed like a normal teenager. We’re not in the ’50s, dude.” She used her phone’s flashlight to look in her bag and grab her hoodie, closing it right back up again. Even if it wasn’t going to be enough to get warm, it was a whole lot better than nothing. She thought as she snaked her arms into through the sleeves.

    “Either way, shouldn’t we keep moving? The night creatures are out and we’ve got things to do as it is–”

    “Night creatures?” The seventeen-year-old scoffed, “what is this, 1475?”

    “1476, actually,” the tall blond casually corrected the girl.

    “Um… No, sir. Y'all must be hella delusional. It’s 2019, sweethearts.” Mrs. Generation Z turned her phone’s screen back on to show them today’s date. “See? July 5th, 2019. My birthday’s in like, thirteen days, I wouldn’t forget today’s date. So yeah.”

    “Alucard, do you know what this might mean?” The woman asked the blond man, her voice dripping with excitement. “Time travel! Time travel is possible!”

    “I’m sorry, what?” Aurora blurted, genuinely confused. 

    “Think about it,” the woman ignored her as she continued to voice her theory. “With all that we’ve seen in our lives, don’t you think time travel is very much possible as well? I mean, if magic exists, don’t you think–”

    “Listen, these dumb-ass millennial fuckers haven’t stormed Area 51 yet, and we’re not so technologically advanced that we’d accidentally time travel to different eras from the inconvenience of an airport’s public restroom.” 

    “It could very well be possible. Belmont, do you think they’d have anything about this phenomenon in your family’s library?”

    “If it exists, then yes, I’m assuming it’d be there. Another good reason to keep moving.” 

    “Yes, let’s go.”

    The three of them began walking once again, facing the direction of their destination. They walked a few paces before one of them realised Aurora wasn’t moving from her spot. “Why are you just standing there? Come on.” The girl laughed, head straight over to the girl before she looped her arm around hers and pulled the girl with her as she ran back to the two men that walked ahead of them. “My name’s Sypha. I’m a speaker. Those two idiots are Alucard–.” 

   "I prefer not to be called an idiot, the only idiot here is that obnoxious vampire hunter,“ the tall blond interrupted, not bothering to look back at them. "And my name is Adrian. Fahrenheit. Tepeş.”

    "Yes, Adrian, also known as the idiot that would prefer not to be called an idiot. And the person next to him is Trevor Belmont.“ Sypha continued. 

    "Hello,” ‘Trevor’ greeted with a grin, walking backward when he did so before facing forward once more.

    “Ah… Okay… It’s nice to meet you all… I’m Aurora Romero-Văduva… You guys can call me Rory or Nina if you want…" She trailed off. That was when she realised she’d forgotten something very important. The very reason why she’d stepped into that glowing bathroom stall.

    “It’s nice to meet you too.”

There was a tsunami of awkward silence as the group walked until Aurora decided to curse rather loudly. “Shit!”

    “Rude!”

    The teenager ignored her. “While you guys were doing whatever it is you guys were doing, did you happen to see someone that looks exactly like me but like, skinny?”

    “No…?”

    “Oh great, fuck me gently with a chainsaw and call me Heather. Fucking hell. I just keep getting royally fucked in the ass, don’t I? At least take me out to dinner before fucking me in the ass.“ She ranted, her hands motions were as intense as the words that were spewing out of her plump pink lips. She gasped audibly, her eyes widened and her right hand clasped itself over her mouth. "Holy shit, my mom’s gonna kill me.” 

    “Are you sure you’re not a Belmont?” Adrian asked teasingly.

    Being the quick and brainy vampire hunter he was, the Belmont did not hesitate to bless the group with a witty response. “Oh, shut the fuck up.”

[iwillphysicallyfiteyou]

Looking Past Star Eyes - Chapter One - Capricorn

Capricorn: one of the twelve signs of the zodiac. People who are born approximately between the 22nd of December and the 19th of January come under this sign.

Doyle opens the heavy door for me, and we enter Edison High School.

I dreadfully look at all of the students. Freshmen are wearing new overpriced clothes while talking way too loud against the red lockers. Herds of sophomores are walking down the hallways while listening to their music with headphones. Most of the juniors and seniors aren’t here yet.

“Why are we here early again?” I ask Doyle.

“Because I have no idea where the new AP English classroom is,” Doyle explains.

We walk down the hallway, and a couple of freshmen ask for directions to classes.

“124...125… Yes, 126!” Doyle says as he finds where his classroom is.

“Hey,” an incredibly short freshman greets as she walks up to me, “sorry for interrupting you, but do you know where Mr. Baker’s room is?”

“Get lost,” Doyle snarls at her.

“Sorry,” she apologizes before scurrying away.

“Dude, what was that?” I cross my arms.

“She was annoying.”

“She was lost.”

Doyle rolls his eyes before muttering a quiet, “whatever.”

I lean against the lockers and take my phone out of my pocket and check my messages. No one has texted me since the last time I checked them, which was approximately five minutes ago.

“Who are you talking to?” Doyle asks as he leans against the locker next to me.

“No one, sadly.”

“Mr. popular doesn’t have any new messages?”

“Says you, people actually have your number,” I retort, a small smirk on my face.

“Yeah, yeah,” Doyle tries to hide a smile by covering his mouth with his hand.

Doyle sits down on the ground and takes out his laptop. I just noticed his long-sleeved yellow shirt matches his yellow converse.

“Hey, Star Eyes,” a deep voice says as a hand with a strong grip grasps my shoulder.

The owner of the hand is Roman. Even though Roman and I talk quite a bit during school the only things I know about him is that he plays basketball, he really likes the color red, and he loves talking to everyone. Oh, and one time during the annual camping trip in middle school he wet the bed.

“Star Eyes?” I question as Roman takes his hand off of my shoulder.

“Yeah, you like stars and you have really vibrant eyes,” Roman explains.

“Creative.”

Roman grins. He must have been outside a lot over the summer. His normally light peach skin is now a deep golden tan.

Doyle suddenly puts his laptop away and stand up from the ground.

“Come on, it’s not a bad nickname,” Roman defends with a smile on his face.

“Do you need something?” Doyle asks, attitude thick within his voice.

Roman’s raises his eyebrows, before quickly switching his face back to his neutral expression.

“Sorry for wanting to talk,” Roman apologizes before walking away.

“Dude,” I sigh.

“He’s annoying.”

“He’s just outgoing. What’s wrong with that?”

Doyle rolls his eyes.

“Don’t you think it’s weird that someone that popular is talking to someone that only has one friend?”

I clench my jaw and furrow my brows.

“What are you implying?”

Doyle ignores me and starts walking down the hallway.

We go to my locker, which is only one hallway down from where we were standing. I grab my astronomy textbook and am immediately shoved into the lockers. My textbook is thrown onto the hard hallway floor.

“I’m so sorry,” a high-pitched voice squeals.

The culprit of the shove, Patton, scurries off of the ground. He picks up my textbook and gestures it towards me.

He has always worn sweatpants and graphic tees, however, today he’s wearing a white button up with a pattern of black cat doodles. On top of the button up is a classic light blue denim jacket. His grey sweatpants have been replaced with black skinny jeans that aren’t too tight.

“It’s alright, no need to worry,” I say as I gently take my book from him.

I put the textbook into my locker and grab my schedule out of my book bag.

“Ooh,” Patton snatches my schedule from my hands, “let’s see… We have World Literature and Statistics together.”

It’s kind of weird he’s so excited that we have classes together when we never talk. Although let’s be honest, he’s probably just being nice. Or he’s trying to make me forget the fact he just barreled me into a locker. Or both.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun. I’m excited.”

“Hey Logan,” Doyle says.

Oh no.

“There’s this cute new cheerleader, Gia.” Doyle stands between Patton and me.

“Oh?” He’s not one to get crushes.

Patton awkwardly waves his hand goodbye before walking away.

“Yeah, her hair goes down to her waist,” Doyle explains with too many awkward hand gestures.

“Why are you telling me this?” I ask as I glance at where my first class is.

“So you know how hot she is,” Doyle scoffs as he puts his hands on his hips and pops one leg out.

“Does her hair being long make her hot?”

“God, you are so clueless,” Doyle chuckles.

Logan playfully rolls his eyes.

I guess Doyle’s out of his little funk now, thank goodness.

Ring!

Shoot, the warning bell. How is it already 7:55?

“See you later,” Doyle says before rushing down the hallway.

I scramble to put my schedule back into my bag before darting up the stairs to class.

I sit down in the table that’s perfectly in the middle as Mrs. Markle says, “don’t get too comfortable everyone, I’m going to pick your seats.”

Quite a bit of students groan.

I check my phone again, no notifications. Surprise, surprise.

I put my phone back into my pocket and lean back into the hard blue chair.

There’s only juniors and seniors in this class. Mostly everyone is wearing their nicest clothes. Like every year, in a couple of days, everyone’s going to go back to wearing sweatpants and hoodies.

Ring!

“Alright,” Mrs. Markle gets everyone’s attention, “everyone go stand up and go by the board.”

The class trudges towards the board. The smell of body odor, axe, and perfume is overwhelming.

Mrs. Markle tells everyone where they’re sitting. Finally, she gets to the back corner table.

“Virgil and Logan, you’ll be sitting over there.”

No, no, no, no.

I trudge over to the table, and Virgil sits next to me.

I look out of the window next to me. The downpour from only half an hour again is now a light drizzle. The sidewalks and the playground are completely bare, and there are muddy puddles drowning the cement. The middle school building is only across the parking lot. The red brick building is full of fun, youth, and innocence. This building, however, is full of weird hipsters who think that because they can memorize a couple of facts they’re going to get into Harvard.

Maybe I’m being too hard on the people here. Okay, I definitely am, but it doesn’t change the fact that I really don’t want to be here.

In front of the class is two students that are known as the bad kids. They’re known for smoking way to much weed and beating people up every other day. They’re barely out of juvie enough to get a real education. Although they are seniors so if they keep up what they’re doing then they’ll be in big boy prison where Mommy and Daddy can’t just bail them out.

Other than those two, Hudson is a really good neighborhood. There are houses lined up on every block, besides the east side of Hudson, which has a ton of restaurants, stores, businesses, and a couple of factories.

A sheet is placed in front of me. God dammit, I zoned out again.

Mrs. Markle explains what this class is as I read the sheet.

Astronomy Permission Slip.

“Why do we need our parents' permission for Astronomy?” A student interprets Mrs. Markle’s explanation.

“School policy,” Mrs. Markle mumbles.

I sign my name on the students' signature line.

I read Virgil’s signature and ask, “your last name is Barsotti? Are you related to Valerie Barsotti?”

“Yeah, she’s my sister,” he says with a soft-spoken almost whisper.

I didn’t know Valerie had siblings.

Mrs. Markles continues to answer some questions as I glance through the rules. I can only be absent three times a quarter? Has whoever wrote these rules ever been sick before? What if I get the flu? Or need surgery? Okay, surgery is probably excused.

I read some more.

Why are we not allowed to go to the bathroom during class? I can’t control my urine, no one can control their urine. Why am I so upset over urine?

I tighten my dark grey jacket around me. Why are high schools so damn cold?

Virgil’s black sweatshirt with a black denim jacket over it looks really warm. Lucky.

I can’t believe I have to sit next to Virgil. Nothing says exciting senior year like having to spend every morning sitting next to this weird asocial emo. I really need to be less negative. I should at least give him a chance, he can’t be that bad. I mean, so far he has been really nice.

Virgil’s head turns towards mine. Oops, I’ve been staring.

“Woah,” Virgil says as his eyes meet mine.

“Yeah?”

“Your eyes are… intense.”

“Um, thank you? I think?”

Virgil whips his head forward so he is no longer facing me.

“Today we are going to be doing ice breakers. I want everyone to share your name, grade, what clubs you’re in, and what sport you're in if any,” Mrs. Markle explains, “let’s start with Gia.”

“Hi, I’m Gia,” she giggles, “I’m a junior, I’m in student council, and I’m a cheerleader.”

So that’s Gia. Her blonde hair is tied up in a high ponytail and is even longer than I expected. She’s really small, height and weight wise. She’s wearing a plain red hoodie with black leggings. She’s sitting next to another girl that looks almost exactly like her. Although to be fair, quite a bit of people at this school look exactly like her.

I take my phone out and put my binder in front of it so Mrs. Markle can’t see it.

I text Doyle to complain about how boring ice breakers are. He responds almost immediately.

Doyle: You’ll live.

Me: Will I though?

I place my phone back into my pocket and rest my head onto my hand. There are space posters all around the dull white walls, with fairy lights surrounding them. There are planet models that are about the size of basketballs hanging from the ceiling. The fluorescent lights make Virgil’s plum purple hair look more like a blue-violet.

Mrs. Markle definitely likes Pinterest. Although, who doesn’t?

Virgil lightly elbows me in the side.

“Hmm?”

“It’s your turn,” he whispers.

“Oh,” I face the impatient gaze of my peers, “my name is Logan, I’m a senior, and I’m in the astronomy club.”

“I’m Virgil, I’m a junior, and I’m in yearbook and photography club,” Virgil mumbles.

“Alright, that’s everyone. I guess I’ll tell you all about me then. I’m Mrs. Markle, this is my eighth year teaching at Edison. I’m in charge of the Astronomy club, and I have five kids.”

I’ve had Mrs. Markle every year, and she uses the same introduction every single time. Having five kids isn’t a personality trait, but whatever.

“Let’s go over the syllabus,” Mrs. Markle says as she turns on the SMART board.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. I swiftly take my phone out.

Doyle: I have no idea how I got into AP English, I have no idea what I’m doing.

Me: You’re a good writer, you’ll be fine.

“Everyone get out your notebooks, I want you taking notes,” Mrs. Markle announces.

We all do as we’re told.

“In this class we’re going to learn about the Big Bang, the discovery of the galaxy, the age and origin of the Solar System, methods of observational astronomy, the sun, planets of the solar system, the Earth in space, the search of extrasolar planets, modern views of Mars, and an overview of the universe.”

Virgil starts sketching in his notebook.

I play with the polaroid that is badly glued onto the front of my binder. The picture is of Doyle and me at age eleven years old at Valerie’s birthday party. She always invites the entire grade to her school, even the new kids she doesn’t know. That party is when Doyle and I first talked to each other, and we were immediately friends. Seven years later and we’re still best friends.

Wait, if Valerie and Virgil are siblings then why is he never at her birthday parties?

I turn to ask Virgil, but as I get a glimpse of his resting frown I decide against it. You never know what is a touchy subject, and I’m not curious enough to risk it, especially with someone I basically just met.

“Fifty percent of your grade will be short quizzes that are at the end of each chapter.”

Thank God, short quizzes are my strong point when it comes to academics.

“I am really bad at short quizzes,” Virgil mumbles.

Well, at least one of us will be passing this class.

“Thirty percent of your grade will be short weekly assignments.”

Virgil’s random pencil scratches are starting to look like the outline of some kind of bird.

“Twenty percent of your grade will be participation points.”

“Welp, I’m gonna lose twenty percent then,” Virgil mumbles to himself.

This is the most I have ever heard Virgil talk. Mr. Shy-Wallflower isn’t so shy, huh? Maybe it was a phase that he grew out of. Or maybe it’s because this is the first time I’ve been next to Virgil by himself. Well, as alone you can get while sitting in a full classroom.

Virgil puts his pencil down next to his notebook. In his notebook is a surprisingly good sketch of a dragon.

Mrs. Markle continues to drone on and on about the syllabus as I scroll through Twitter.

“Hey, Logan?” Virgil whispers as he plays with the frayed hems of his sleeves.

“Yeah?”

“Why do you hate me?”